The Back Door
The doors confining memories,
Fling open wide,
The second the mind,
Finds spaces to wander within.
Through the minute cracks,
Of the walls that encompass them,
They slip through, coalescing,
With every moment that the present has to offer.
I open these doors myself at times,
To iterate over,
Past events and unfinished stories,
To check if I remember them correctly.
These memories- they beg me,
To linger longer,
As I watch them paint pictures before my eyes,
Of the times that have been.
As I begin to walk away,
They drag me down,
Longing to tag along,
Into the world of existence.
The further I walk away from that door,
The stronger the foothold,
Binding me back to them,
By a force I cannot control.
Some days no door is big enough,
No lock strong enough,
To keep them,
Confined within the depths of my mind.
They haunt me,
With bittersweet moments,
Sealed on picture postcards,
Of moments bearing forgotten time stamps.
The moments come spilling past the door,
A whirlwind of nostalgia-
Dragging me,
Further into the vortex.
They say that closing doors,
Opens up newer ones,
Of possibility-
But how do you walk away from all of it?
With each day adding,
To the other side,
How much more,
Is at stake?
To leave behind every day,
As if it meant nothing
And pick up the next,
Is much easier said than done.
The wall of familiarity is longed for,
Well after it’s within reach,
And hope is all but a reality,
To shield against the unknown.
Let’s not,
Shut the door,
On the demons of the past,
With impenetrable bars.But instead, this new year,
Let’s leave behind,
Lanterns of hope,
On each door that we shut.So when we look back,
We are reminded that light,
Shines through,
The deepest of all cracks.Through the darkest of all times,
Because it’s those moments of darkness,
That gave rise to these,
That gave us here and now.
Happy 2018 to one and all!
“May the wind always be at your back, and the sun upon your face, and may the winds of destiny carry you aloft to the stars.”
